"It is very likely that after Liu Qu's death, someone borrowed flowers to offer Buddha and used Liu Qu's prestige to build this tomb, but the identity of the owner of the tomb was replaced by another person." Raiko said.

In ancient China, the largest number of deaths were the dead. Many emperors wanted to continue to dominate in another world after their deaths, so they attached great importance to the layout of the mausoleum and the burial goods. Some emperors even began to build imperial tombs from the first day of their accession to the throne. If the construction of this tomb of Liu Qu was started after his death, it is very likely that it has been replaced.

"So, you'd better be prepared, I think you're not here for the treasure, but for some secret, and this tomb is likely to disappoint you......" Raiko said, shaking her head.

Zhang Meng's heart was half cold when he heard it, and the clue that his father gave him was the word 'Liu Go', if this is really not Liu Qu's tomb, then he didn't run away in vain this time? even risked Fauber's life.

"Panic what! Even if this is not Liu Qu's tomb, it is also related to Lop Nur back then, and I have found something interesting, I guess your uncle will be very interested. Zhao San saw Zhang Meng's unpromising appearance, and immediately scolded.

"Third uncle, I'm not in a hurry, you have found something, tell me?"

As soon as Zhang Meng heard Zhao San's words, he became energetic, thinking of a way to fool Zhao San into speaking.

"Don't expect to get a word out of me, you kid, this thing has nothing to do with you, and you don't understand it. You'd better honestly look for clues to the ghost vein, this is what your father desperately bought for it. Zhao San said angrily.

"Let's go, the flashlight doesn't have much power, it is estimated that it will have to be extinguished in a maximum of another hour or two!" Chen Cripple got up and said.

Fortunately, they have a spare battery on their body all the time, otherwise they would have to move forward in the dark now.

And their supplies were almost lost along the way, and no one dared to take the package that was placed on the stone platform for the female corpse just now, and now it can be said that they are running out of ammunition and food, and there is nothing. If you can't find an exit in this stone wall, I'm afraid that the next end will be either starvation or freezing to death.

"Uncle Ghost, ...... gone"

Zhang Meng saw the sick ghost sitting motionless on the ground, so he walked over and helped him, which immediately frightened Zhang Meng.

A hot breath emanated from the waist of the sick ghost, and Zhang Meng could also feel the hot temperature through his clothes.

"Uncle Ghost has a fever!" Zhang Meng shouted anxiously.

The sick ghost's body and bones are already poor, and he stays in the cold and damp tomb for a long time, this kind of environment is unbearable even for a young man like Zhang Meng, let alone a sick body?

Zhao San ran over and touched the sick ghost's forehead, but this touch scared him to death, this forehead was amazingly hot, at least more than 39 degrees, if this temperature is not controlled, it will definitely burn his head.

"Oh no, didn't your ghost uncle carry a medicine bag with him? Where did you put it? ”

Zhao San hurriedly rummaged around, and finally found the medicine bag from the strip of cloth tied to the waist of the sick ghost.

"Which one to eat, old ghost?"

Zhao San looked at the pills of different colors and hurriedly asked loudly.

"This ...... This white pill. The sick ghost said vaguely.

"The old ghost has no water now, you take it in your mouth!"

Zhao San stuffed two white pills into the sick ghost's mouth and instructed loudly.

"He's not like a fever, it's a bit like he's been poisoned by a corpse! Look at this wound, it looks like a fingernail has been cut out, and now it's a little festering. ”

Raiko looked at the sick ghost, he pointed to a wound on the sick ghost's arm, shook his head and said.

A few people looked over and immediately gasped, although the wound on the patient's arm was only a thin blood mark, but the surrounding area was a gray color, and the wound was swollen high, as if a steamed bun was stuffed.

"Little matchmaker...... How do you run so fast......"

Zhao San frowned, at this time, the sick ghost actually began to talk nonsense, which showed that the sick ghost's consciousness had begun to blur, this sign was not good.

Zhang Meng's face was a little pale, just now the sick ghost knocked the female corpse away in spite of a qiē in order to save himself, if something really happened to the sick ghost, then isn't he the culprit who killed the sick ghost?

"Brother Laizi, do you have any way to save my ghost uncle......"

Zhang Meng asked in a trembling voice, he was afraid that Lai Zi would continue to say something terrible.

"Alas, you can only do your best, and you must be ready."

Originally, Lai Zi didn't want to help, but when he saw Zhang Meng's sad eyes, he still agreed, wasn't it the same when he saw the master leave?

"Is there a fire break?" Raiko asked.

"Yes!"

Zhang Meng was stunned for a moment, and quickly took out a plastic bag from his pocket, and found a fire fold from it. Zhang Meng rubbed his hands together and lit the fire, and saw Lai Zi take out a knife and burn it back and forth a few times, until the knife edge was a little red.

"Bear with me!"

Raiko roared in the sick ghost's ear, and suddenly plunged the red-hot blade into his wound.

Zhang Meng only heard a barbecue-like 'zizi' sound, and then he smelled a foul smell, and when Lai Zi pulled out the dagger, black water actually flowed out of the pus, and the water exuded a foul smell.

Laizi squatted down and kneaded the wound until the water flowing from the wound turned bright red blood, and then he stopped moving his hand.

"Which of you tears some clothes down, ties his wounds tightly, don't get infected again, there should be no problem in a short time."

Laizi also seemed a little tired, slumped on the ground and gasped for air.

Zhang Meng hurriedly tied the wound of the sick ghost, he touched the forehead of the sick ghost, although the fever had not subsided, but the sound of breathing was steady, and he stopped talking nonsense, so he was relieved.

"Laizi, if you need my help in the future, just come to Hong Kong Shuiyue Xuan to find me!" Zhang Meng walked over